I couldn't resist putting this one on the blog. I hope you enjoy!
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Friday, August 12, 2005
2 hats are better than one
Gram left this morning, in the haze of a very early morning. We had a fun week with brake replacement and beach journeys, plus an excursion or two to the wading pool. We had a roasted chicken and bacon. We laughed alot. I finally learned how to use the sewing machine! (Thanks Pat!)
Milo is getting huge. He loves the sand and surf. Flinging wet sand and rocks. Muttering crazy words like "onoff" and "ishy". At Dr. Balzer's this week he weighed 24.7 and was 31 inches long. He started climbing with a vengence in the apartment. He even climbed into the toy box this week. (please see photos)
We are making plans for many a Philly journey this fall, stay tuned!
Big ups to Nina...!
Milo is getting huge. He loves the sand and surf. Flinging wet sand and rocks. Muttering crazy words like "onoff" and "ishy". At Dr. Balzer's this week he weighed 24.7 and was 31 inches long. He started climbing with a vengence in the apartment. He even climbed into the toy box this week. (please see photos)
We are making plans for many a Philly journey this fall, stay tuned!
Big ups to Nina...!
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Saturday, July 30, 2005
getting into trouble
Last week Milo visited the ER because he had a high fever. Turns out, he and his friends caught the cocksackies (please note this is a phoenetic spelling) virus. He has recovered from his illness and is up to good old trouble again. Chris caught him in the cabinet beneath the sink caught behind the pipes. No matter to Milo, he still stopped to smile for the photo.
Chris is off this weekend and we hope to make the most of it. Festival of Nations here we come.....
Chris is off this weekend and we hope to make the most of it. Festival of Nations here we come.....
Thursday, July 28, 2005
A flashback photo...
i got the mic So sorry about the long delay for all those starving Milo fans... Last week Milo was sick with a fever.. nothing too bad. I have to upload the photo from the other day when he was stuck under the sink! well worth the wait!
Originally uploaded by zavodk.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
all down hill
Well summer is under way here in Maine. The fam took the day to go to the oaks and hit the playground. Milo met up with his old pal Nate for a good time around the park. The Maine sin inlater summer, fall is the best, it almost feels magical.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Fun with the son
Hi Yall,
Well today we went to Two lights State park with Milo. This is one of the most spectacular places along the Maine coast. It really is breath taking walking alog the cliff right above the ocean. Complete with grills! Milo had a blast avoiding the poison hedges! the dogs were damn good
Well today we went to Two lights State park with Milo. This is one of the most spectacular places along the Maine coast. It really is breath taking walking alog the cliff right above the ocean. Complete with grills! Milo had a blast avoiding the poison hedges! the dogs were damn good
a poem for Gladys
I drove over rutted farm roads,
through woods & marshes
caught your tree first in my field of vision
5 stories tall and sitting on a hill
its limbs knotty & furled with your photographs
like leaves and newspaper clippings hung high
& dancing in the ever changing Maine sky
below the tree, a stack of books opened
and a horse with a mournful eye
& you a girl
asleep in the pea patch-belly full like a turnip
your house a silent clapboard museum
the fields left to the birds & in the barn
stood your old airplane, sundusted soft, light filtering through the cracks and windows
In an old woman's dream there are vegetable patches,
with corn, cucumber & carrots
there are sneaky sisters & lost brothers
horses along the beach,
fragile fingers poking at an electric typewriter
forgotten friends who call, a cat whose name is no longer remembered
there are always cats- you said
& dogs who slept in the barn with the mice who dared to creep
which beside lay a road
not many drove upon
a grove in the far corner of the field hidden along the forest line-irrigation ponds which housed a thousand birds in the fall, a step ignites their rapid flight
with you hlding my arm, to steady against there migration
the hydrangea morph from white to pink
color caught & plucked to dry among the rafters
& rocks that your father rolled
in the trees your brother's climbed
the moss has grown on the bark
branches fallen and regrowing
lying in the brush
they taken your broom, the garden's now weeded through
the bulkhead locked and tied
your house stands alone
a cup on the counter
flys awakening in the window wells
you've moved on
eating memories as you lie awake far from home
a friend on a train, a hand you held, a bridle, a little girl's favorite food
a grandfather's face against the deep wooden walls,
a hand leaving no impression
your a child in Salem, with the two French girls on the boulevard
at the church that rocked its Baptist feet
forever moved
presently your arms ache to make the motion of climbing
to the highest point of the tree,
where your airplane awaits
for you-
the only woman to guard our jagged coast.
through woods & marshes
caught your tree first in my field of vision
5 stories tall and sitting on a hill
its limbs knotty & furled with your photographs
like leaves and newspaper clippings hung high
& dancing in the ever changing Maine sky
below the tree, a stack of books opened
and a horse with a mournful eye
& you a girl
asleep in the pea patch-belly full like a turnip
your house a silent clapboard museum
the fields left to the birds & in the barn
stood your old airplane, sundusted soft, light filtering through the cracks and windows
In an old woman's dream there are vegetable patches,
with corn, cucumber & carrots
there are sneaky sisters & lost brothers
horses along the beach,
fragile fingers poking at an electric typewriter
forgotten friends who call, a cat whose name is no longer remembered
there are always cats- you said
& dogs who slept in the barn with the mice who dared to creep
which beside lay a road
not many drove upon
a grove in the far corner of the field hidden along the forest line-irrigation ponds which housed a thousand birds in the fall, a step ignites their rapid flight
with you hlding my arm, to steady against there migration
the hydrangea morph from white to pink
color caught & plucked to dry among the rafters
& rocks that your father rolled
in the trees your brother's climbed
the moss has grown on the bark
branches fallen and regrowing
lying in the brush
they taken your broom, the garden's now weeded through
the bulkhead locked and tied
your house stands alone
a cup on the counter
flys awakening in the window wells
you've moved on
eating memories as you lie awake far from home
a friend on a train, a hand you held, a bridle, a little girl's favorite food
a grandfather's face against the deep wooden walls,
a hand leaving no impression
your a child in Salem, with the two French girls on the boulevard
at the church that rocked its Baptist feet
forever moved
presently your arms ache to make the motion of climbing
to the highest point of the tree,
where your airplane awaits
for you-
the only woman to guard our jagged coast.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Monday, July 04, 2005
Click here to see the video...!
howdy! ok well im working on a new version of the Milo blog. One that includes video.(so that makes it a vlog!) im still in the middle of it, so it is a little ruff around the edges........click away though
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